Because He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law

KDMBW, DMMP - Chapter 7

Since He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law - Chapter 7

Translator and Editor: Skye and the Prophet

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Chapter 7's

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Evan decides to tell the butler to get ready to come out. All I have to do is leave. Lfs nice.

'Well, just because Evan left, doesn't mean I can't make money.'

Instead, I thought it would be better to follow along and bury him quietly.

Evan confines himself in the library, saying that he has something to learn.

No, it had been a long time since he had returned from the academy, and now he was going to the library again…

'This is why Laria and Evan cannot be a compatible couple, they rarely meet.'

I haven't seen him since breakfast, so I had a peaceful day like before.

But that afternoon, a hundred fancy handkerchiefs were delivered on my behalf.

"This is the handkerchief you ordered."

There are a hundred pairs, but each is a different type of fancy handkerchief, which looks quite expensive.

"I wish I had received the money spent on it instead ..."

I felt pressure to vomit blood as soon as I received it, but I was quite grateful.

So, I decided to go and thank Duke Icard directly.

The handkerchief she gave me a few days ago was clean as if it had not been spewed blood, so I took it to return it to her.

"But I don't want to just give him that."

I asked Lisa to give me a card. Then, I worked quite hard in making the cards and headed to Duke Icard.

It's easy to find him because he's locked up in his office.

tap, tap.

"Dad, it's Laria."

I knocked on the office door and waited a little.

"Are you busy? There's something I want to tell you."

"Lake in."

His low voice resounded not long, I immediately opened the door and entered.

Duke Icard sat at his desk, looking at the documents in a beautiful position.

'Wow, he looks a lot like Evan. Sitting in an upright posture with a frightening expression that was exactly the same as Evan last night.'

"Are you busy?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Duke Icard replied without hesitation.

"I had to do some work beforehand to take my leave in a hurry."

Where the hell's he going? Why did he take the day off?

Well, it's none of my business.

I'm sure he's planning something that's in line with his role.

In fact, he was very busy. Since the Duchess died, Picard's office has not been extinguished until dawn every night.

“I get the handkerchief you sent me. Thank you very much."

I bowed politely and handed the card with the handkerchief he gave me yesterday.

“I'll give this back to you. I made the card.”

"Thank you?"

Duke Icard opened my card on the spot.

There's not much content. It was a stereotypical attitude that said thanks to him for his gift and wished him well in the future. What was a little unusual was that I drew a small graffiti-like painting next to it.

For some reason, the card looked so empty that he showed sincerity.

Originally, painting was more efficient than writing when it was difficult to fill space.

"What's this?"

Duke Icard frowned at my drawing.

"Have you drawn three animals?"

I can't believe this.

"Oh no…"

I've been moving my fingers.

“Um, it's dad, it's Evan, and it's me. Three people getting along.”

Don't tell me I'm that bad at drawing…?

There are ways to cover things up at times like these.

"Cough."

"Uhuk uhuk."

Since I vomited a lot of blood after lunch, it seems like there is no more blood to spit out.

"I'll probably be questioned."

I couldn't spit blood for not coming out, so I put my hand on my forehead and staggered for a while.

“I'm sorry, Dad. I felt dizzy for a while.”

He quickly changed the subject by blinking his round eyes.

“Then I'll go..”

"What?"

“It looks like you are also busy.”

As I crawled backwards, Duke Icard's eyebrows rose slightly.

"Have you finished talking?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you?"

"…Yes.Yes."

I feel like I shouldn't have answered 'yes' anymore.

"Did you forget something because you were dizzy?"

I pondered for a moment.

I thanked him and returned the handkerchief. So what's left is for sure…

“...Sorry for not being able to draw?”

He was evil and cunning, but the weak had no choice but to submit to the stronger.

"I won't draw from now on ..."

"It."

I almost hiccuped when I saw Duke's eyebrows protrude.

"This is a picture of three people who got along."

"…Yes.Yes."

"You said you wanted to get along well, didn't you?"

Did ya?

I rolled my eyeballs quickly.

"You still can't think of anything?"

He let go of his pen and sighed.

"Don't you say you want to go on a picnic together?"

Not likely.

"I didn't know it was just two kids talking to each other."

He had a stack of papers in front of him.

I've seen them. You don't take time off, do you…

"Dad!"

So so! That's her!

As soon as I noticed, I said quickly.

“I forgot because I feel so dizzy and nauseous. Actually, there's one more thing I want to tell you.”

"Hmm?"

"In two days, Evan and I will go to the horse race."

"Yes." Yeah."

He answered quickly.

His slightly wrinkled brows loosened gently.

“I also want to go with you!”

The start was expressed hollowly, but I did my best because I thought the end would come if I was caught.

“I'm really looking forward to going on a picnic together. Dad, I know you're busy, but can you come with me? ”

When I asked desperately with my hands together, he cleared his throat loudly.

"All right."

He took the pen again.

“I'm not very interested in horse racing, but I think it's inevitable because a sick child asked me to do it.”

“Ya, thank you!”

I laughed off.

“Dad's coming with us. It's good.”

“What's a storm.”

“Truely... Cough, cough.”.

This time, real blood gushed.

"Good time."

That deadline must be appealed because I am not loved at all.

I looked at him and coughed faster, but there was no more blood.

I'm recovering.

Reduced blood count.

"Well, I better go."

I immediately walked out of the office for fear of being caught with a little blood.

I couldn't see Evan all day and the next day because he was locked up in the library.

Evan came in the middle of the night when I was already sleeping and was out before I woke up. I didn't know he had such a hobby.

"It seems we're not married at all."

We couldn't eat anything together, other than the first breakfast.

He wanted to go to a horse racing event with me, so I wondered if he liked it, but I guess not.

“I really want to go to a horse racing event. Are you excited?"

By the way, it was only in the morning when we all left for the horse racing event that I could see Evan's face well.

Evan's face was a bit dry, and as soon as he boarded the carriage, he started to fall asleep.

'I guess you don't even want to go horse racing. You seem to prefer the library.'

I couldn't possibly know that.

Well, in the end, he'll grow up to be an emotionless child who doesn't understand most people.

While Evan leaned against the window, I spewed out another round of blood.

'Alright. I haven't been spewing a lot of blood lately, but it's very timely.'

The cost-effectiveness was good when blood would be seen in front of the Duke as much as possible. Duke looked at me with emotionless red eyes and turned his gaze to the window.